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Emperor Yongning craved a daughter but had eighteen sons instead. Desperate, he consulted a diviner: “Am I fated to have a daughter?” The diviner replied, “Your Majesty, you already have a daughter.” Yongning dismissed it: “I have eighteen sons, no daughter.” The diviner insisted: “Seventeen sons, one daughter.” Yongning scoffed, “Impossible!” Until one day, Yongning’s eighteenth “son,” Jun Ning, appeared in a pink dress, hair in twin buns, beaming: “Father, I’m not a prince—I’m your longed-for princess!” Yongning spluttered, “Nonsense! You’re my son.” Jun Ning retorted, “No, I’m your daughter.” “Guard! Verify her!” The results were undeniable—Jun Ning was a girl. Yongning’s eyes widened: “...I... I have a precious daughter!”

“Oh my god! The prince sent an invitation for the upcoming royal ball!” Eleanor exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement as she waved the golden-sealed letter in her hand. “The royal ball!?” Anna and Cindy squealed, nearly toppling over their chair in delight. “Shh! We don’t want Ella to hear about this,” Eleanor hissed, glancing nervously over her shoulder. And there she was, Ella, standing by the doorway with her eyes gleaming, ready to pounce on anyone in sight. “Did someone say balls?” Ella grinned widely, her smile wide enough to make her mother and sister flinch. “No, no—it’s a royal ball, a ball. It’s where people… dance,” Eleanor stammered, her voice faltering. “Well, then,” Ella said, her grin stretching further, “there’s going to be a lot of balls there.” And with that, Ella darted to her room, already rummaging through her drawers. Ella wasn’t just dreaming of going to the royal ball— she dreams of every ball. In a kingdom obsessed with beauty and perfection, Ella, long ridiculed as the “ugly half-sister,” has spent her life in the shadows of her graceful and adored sisters. However, Ella never allowed mockery to pierce her strange, unbothered world. She focused on the hobby that kept growing—collecting balls and other round-shaped items. When the royal family announced the grand ball to find a bride for their prince, Eleanor’s heart sank. She feared Ella’s oddities might bring embarrassment to their family. Desperate to uphold their name, Eleanor resolved to turn her awkward daughter into a refined young lady, no matter how severe the training. “Posture, Ella! You’re not a hunchbacked scarecrow!” “Smile softly, not like you’re about to eat someone!” But despite Eleanor’s strict lessons, Ella’s wild grin never faded. It only sharpened. When the night of the royal ball finally arrived, the palace glimmered under crystal chandeliers. The prince stood poised, the very image of perfection, until the grand doors opened. Ella entered, her gown shimmering with hundreds of tiny glass spheres sewn into the fabric, catching every flicker of light. The room fell silent as a faint, musical clinking echoed with each step she took. The prince turned, his flawless gaze locking with hers. Ella smiled, leaning close enough for only him to hear. “I’ve always loved balls,” she whispered. The prince’s lips parted slightly, his polished smile faltering as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. Ella tilted her head, her grin fierce and unrestrained. Then, the grand doors opened again. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave breaking on marble. With that, a mysterious woman in a simpler dress entered.

My parents sold my future to secure a business merger. My groom-to-be? Aiden Kane, the arrogant heir who thinks my name is "Inconvenience." He has a girlfriend. I have a dream—and it's not playing the dutiful wife. So I make a deal with the devil—or rather, my grandfather. One year. One year to find my own true love and break this cursed engagement. If I fail, I walk down the aisle. Aiden thinks it's a joke. He expects me to fail. But he didn't count on my blackmailing his boxing-champion father into the ring, or our explosive chemistry turning every fake date into a battlefield of the heart. Now, the line between our act and reality is blurring. Our families' darkest secret is unraveling. And the only thing more dangerous than falling in love... is pretending we haven't.

Being a book lover, Luna has always wished that if there was a next life, she would be transmigrated to one of the genres she loves to read about. It was just a wish though, but who would have thought it would happen so soon?! Reverse Harem - Check! Super handsome and hot men - Check! Being rich and pretty - Check! But are there really no take backs for a seemingly perfect life?

Death by overwork? Check. Isekai’d into a glittery kingdom called Aelthryndivoryssalindria, yes, that's the name but I call it Aelthryn, because who has time for that? Double check. All I wanted was a soft life filled with pastries, naps, and no husband. But five years into my new life as Princess Elyndravyssorathielindria Sylvarindelthys—Elyn, please, God knows why the names are so difficult to pronounce—my father demands I marry. But explain to me why all the potential suitors look like they were picked up from the fucking gutter? I kid you not. one of them literally suggested teaching me to ride a horse and guess who found out he could not ride one at all and at the end of the day cried begging for his mother...me. And that's just one. There's also the fact that I don't want to even get married. So in a panic, after scaring my suitors away, I tell my father I'm in love with Zorathys Vaelkyrion. What I didn't plan for was the fact that Zorathys is real, he’s at our annual ball, and he’s calling me his lover to settle Dad’s debts. Now I’m stuck in the Underworld, managing Hell’s paperwork, babysitting demon nobles, and dodging a giant snake with a sweet tooth. Oh, and Zor? A lazy, body-pillow-hugging tease who makes my heart race. Worse, every escape portal dumps me in his bedroom, and he’s not so bad. But when I stumble into a plot to overthrow him, my soft-life dreams might cost me everything—unless I fight for the husband I never wanted. Send help please, I just wanted a soft life and not a demon husband.. --------------------- "...you can't marry my daughter," my father said to the demon king and I nodded. "...she...she's gay. Yes," he said with a nod like that was the most reasonable explanation ever. "She's into girls." I was shocked and stared at him then back at the demon king who paused. Maybe this could work after all. I nodded too, supporting my father's words. The demon king smiled then. "What good taste you have, there's a reason why we belong to each other after all. I'm into women too." What?

One day, there will be a parade for me. A bomb will blow up in my face. My soul mate will turn out to be the endgame villain. And I’ll go down in history as the Alpha with four cats and many, many, MANY lovers. One day. But how would I know that? Meet Samantha Kingsley, big-hearted, witty, and occasionally feral. She is the Alpha's daughter who grew up learning to meet everyone's expectations. But Samantha isn't a pup anymore, she's in high school now and is just about to discover that her life is written by her choices. Not by dreams, or prophecies, or even the Moon Goddess. This girl is going to protect the happiness of her pack and everyone she loves. Read her diary. Updated Daily. Chaos, comedy, friendship, romance, and supernatural drama included.

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

Reina Suzuki was an overworked office worker—until she died and woke up as Lavinia Devereux, the infamous villainess princess of the Elarion Empire. She knows how this story ends: she’ll drink poison and die. A painless, easy death. So why bother changing fate? Villainy, revenge, redemption—sounds like way too much work. She decides to do absolutely nothing and let the story play out. But her terrifying father, Emperor Cassius Devereux, won’t ignore her like he’s supposed to. He watches her, questions her, and—worst of all—starts acting like he actually cares. Lavinia just wanted a quiet villainess retirement… So why does everything keep changing?

When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in the modern world anymore. Strange gates appear across this land - closed from the outside, filled with monsters inside. Blessed people, called Hunters, enter those gates to defeat the monsters and close them. Everyone here is granted power by the gods known as The Orbits. I was blessed too. Not as a Hunter, but as a blacksmith - the kind who can forge weapons from any materials. Apparently, I'm also a princess. A blacksmith princess. Which sounds impressive until you realize I have zero knowledge of this world and absolutely no idea what I'm supposed to do. In any anime I watched, where isekai protagonists know the plot or get special hints. I got a sarcastic system that appears as floating pieces of paper. The D*mn Parchment. Blacksmiths are supposed to stay out of battle. Princesses are supposed to follow the rules. ...Yeah, no. If I'm stuck here, I'll do things my way. Making weapons and using them myself. I don't have a grand destiny. I just refuse to be useless.

In a snowstorm, ten-year-old Aemma saves a dying girl with nothing but a scarf. She never knew that girl—Gu Liang—was the lost imperial heir. Years later, Gu Liang rises as crown princess, radiant and ruthless. Aemma, her strategist, builds a new system for women to climb the court ladder, turning herself into the sharpest blade against the old aristocracy. But power breeds obsession. Gu Liang’s love twists into possession, while Aemma’s eyes still seek freedom beyond the palace walls. At the peak of empire, Gu Liang offers not a command but a plea: “I’m not ordering you, Aemma. I’m asking you—stay. Not trapped, but free. With me.” This is a dual female lead story of palace intrigue, ambition, and slow-burn romance—where an empress and her strategist reshape history together.

An exiled princess, a poisoned husband, and a battle for power—Eirian Soliel refuses to be forgotten, but can she turn a cold marriage into a fiery alliance before it’s too late? First cousin to the King and the darling of the Court of Sorrow, Eirian has spent most of her life indulging all her whims and fantasies under the protection of her royal blood, but when her father’s sudden re-marriage results in a son, she finds herself suddenly shuffled aside. On top of that, her longtime on-and-off romantic partner suddenly betrays her. Instead of proposing to her, he shows up to her birthday ball, married to a low-ranked Lady without a word of warning. Eirian’s life is upended, and her stepmother succeeds in exiling her into an arranged marriage with a general who never leaves the distant borderland. Regimented, completely disinterested in the capitol and the Court, and dying from a poison no one can identify, her new husband would rather continue his simple life with his mistress than welcome his new wife, but Eirian refuses to go down without fight. Determined to make a place for herself if she cannot find one, Eirian finds herself facing an enemy she never expected, and she underestimates her shy, gentle husband. Will the General fall for his vivacious Princess, or will Eirian be set aside again?

Elias was the emperor of a country that was defeated in a war. He lost everything. His country, his friends, his loyal people. When he was ready to die, suddenly the one he loved sacrificed his life for him. At the moment of his death, Elias made a wish: Give me a chance to make everything right. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the past. This time, Elias was protecting everyone.

Rosemary feels like a wilted flower in her father’s court. Born into a society that places power on a pedestal, her frail body and weak angelic powers only earn scorn from her fellow nobles and icy contempt from her father. Suffocated by whispers and rejection, Rose’s gentle spirit eventually breaks, driving her to do the unimaginable– jumping off a bridge on a stormy day. But as she sinks into the water, memories of her brother's kindness renew her will to live. Yet, it might already be too late as she's dragged under the current of the river. All hope seems lost until a hand reaches into the roaring river and grabs her– a pair of cold eyes purple peer back at her. Would their owner bring the salvation she so desperately craves, or a continuation of the emotional torment she has endured since childhood?

After the murder of her parents, Virginia moves to East Tennessee to live under the custody of her distant uncle in his palatial estate. One day, while exploring her new quarters, she discovers a diary in an old room that has been locked off for over a hundred years. Ignoring the warning that came with the book, she flips through its pages and reads about a teenage girl from the 1800s named Rose Cohen, who once lived in the same mansion. Virginia’s attention is gripped as Rose describes a nearby place called Alaythia—where men can turn into beasts, warriors can sprout wings from their backs and channel fire through their very being—and tells of how she was kidnapped and rescued by these same individuals. Not long after, the very things Virginia reads about begin to manifest and hunt her down. Through the bravery and skill of Charles, her high school crush—who knows more about what’s happening than he originally let on—Virginia is protected and taken into another world: a world waiting for her, a world where she learns the truth about herself, a world that foretells prophecies of her unlocking an ancient weapon the dark ones fear—if she can be safeguarded long enough for it to come to pass.

Aria Montenegro had one job on her 21st birthday: find her fated mate and secure her pack's future. What she didn't expect was for that mate to be Kai Blackwood—heir to her family's greatest enemies. What she REALLY didn't expect was for him to reject her. Publicly. Brutally. In front of both packs. But Kai made one crucial mistake: he humiliated a Moon Goddess in disguise. Now Aria's awakened to her true heritage—the rare Moonlight Bloodline that can break and remake the sacred bonds between mates. She's no longer the heartbroken girl who begged for his acceptance. She's a force of nature with silver fire in her veins and vengeance in her heart. When ancient enemies threaten to destroy all werewolves, Aria and Kai must work together to save their people. But she'll make sure he suffers every step of the way. After all, he wanted to reject his Moon Goddess? Now he'll learn why that was the biggest mistake of his very long life. Because some rejections come with a price. And some goddesses never forget. TROPES: Enemies to Lovers • Rejected Mates • Fated Mates • Alpha Heroes • Strong Heroines • Revenge Fantasy • Urban Fantasy • Werewolf Romance • Found Family • Redemption Arc TARGET AUDIENCE: Fans of Patricia Briggs, Ilona Andrews, and Jennifer L. Armentrout

What happens when the world's deadliest werewolf hunter falls for her most dangerous target? Scarlett Hunter has one rule: never let them live. For nine years, she's been the supernatural world's most feared assassin, hunting down rogue werewolves with ruthless precision. So when she receives a million-dollar contract to capture Alexander Kane—the most powerful Alpha on the West Coast—it should be just another job. But Alexander Kane has a secret that changes everything. Instead of running, he begs her to help him. Cursed to lose his humanity three nights every month, he's desperate enough to trust his life to his would-be killer. The solution lies in Scarlett's blood—literally. Her touch can tame the beast inside him, but the intimacy required creates a dangerous addiction neither of them saw coming. As their blood bond deepens into something far more dangerous than desire, Scarlett discovers the truth about her own mysterious past. She's not just any hunter—she's the last survivor of an extinct werewolf bloodline, and her former mentor has been orchestrating her entire life to harvest her unique genetic gifts. Now caught between the man she's falling for and the mentor who made her everything she is, Scarlett must decide: complete her mission and claim her revenge, or protect the Alpha who's awakened something wild and untamed in her heart. But in a world where love bites back, some contracts are written in blood—and some debts can only be paid with your soul. A steamy paranormal romance featuring a badass female assassin, a cursed billionaire Alpha, and enough sexual tension to set your Kindle on fire. Perfect for fans of Patricia Briggs and Jennifer L. Armentrout.

Princess Elinessa was enjoying her new life inside a fluffy novel; with jewels, gowns, and the ease of a crown. Determined to avoid the messy drama of the main plot, she chose to live quietly as a side character. And complete the novel by helping the main characters in their plot. But a strange glitch rewrote the story, merging it with something darker. Suddenly, a villain who was never meant to exist appeared… and his eyes were fixed on her. Will she manage to stay out of the rewritten tale and find a way back home, or be pulled into a fate that was never hers to claim? Come and find out in this slow-burn romance. EXCERPT: Elinessa’s breath came sharp and furious as she was running, soaked gown clinging to her frame, golden hair plastered to her cheeks. She turned around the corner, heart racing but she slammed right into him. A hand shot out. Fingers curled tight as steel wrapped around her wrist. Her wrist was pinned held high against the wall in Drayce’s iron grip and yet, her glare didn’t waver. She looked every bit a furious storm in silk and bruises. He looked...cold and quietly, unmistakably furious too. Drayce tilted his head, water dripping from his dark hair strands, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “Running?” he said softly. Too softly. Elinessa yanked her wrist. But he didn’t let go, even tightening his hold on her. “Let me go,” she hissed, her voice trembling perhaps due to cold or anger. He stepped closer. Bringing his face too close to hers. “Feisty for a dove.” he murmured, breath ghosting against her rain-slick skin. “I decide who flies in my territory.” His golden eyes dragged over her face, slow and unbothered like he had all the time in the world. “You keep fighting like you're not already caged.” Elinessa’s eyes narrowed, voice steady even as her pulse pounded: “Careful, Your Majesty. Even caged birds bite. You were never meant to be part of my story,” she snapped, shaking with fury. His smile was bitter. Bladed he replied “And yet, here we are. The story is ours now” Elinessa (whispering): “Then I’ll rewrite the ending… before it rewrites me.” Drayce’s smile deepened not warm, but cold. Like a hunter who hadn’t caught a bird... but clipped its wings himself.

The Emperor of Yi Ti doesn’t just want power—he wants legacy. In the East, magic born to an imperial child is a sign of the Mandate of Heaven: divine right to rule, blessed by the gods. And he has that sign—his daughter, Princess Ruyan, the first spiritwalker born to the imperial line in generations. But that is not enough. He wants the magic to pass through the male line. In Yi Ti, incest of first degree is forbidden. The Targaryen path is closed. So he looks west. Two bloodlines still carry the old magic: Dayne and Stark. Ruyan is sent to secure the wolf-blood. Her mission: forge an alliance, birth a daughter with spirit-walking and Northern gifts, and return that child to the imperial line. She was not bred to be a bride—she was trained to complete the mission. Diplomat. Strategist. Player. She enters their courts with silken grace and imperial steel. She will play in the War of the Five Kings. And she will play by their rules until she doesnt. The dragons may have been exiled from Westeros… …but another kind of dragon has come from the East. I admit to usimg AI to polish this but the POVs the lines the overall is written by me. I set the tone, the mood, how the story plays out from different angle, to eveeything. When I mean polish, its more of an interactive dynamic with AI, Its like she is my beta reader. The polish one it sends Ill review and always make sure its my vision.

How would a normal otaku survive in a world where she is trapped in a experiment tube and Infront of her is the hidden boss of her favorite novel dxd , will she able to live a fulfilling life or will she be at the top of it ,and why the hell did that Biblical God come to see her in her dreams and taking about some legacy ====================================== ( English isn't my best language so please do excuse the Grammer and spelling mistakes) I don't own highschool DXD or the other fanfics that are reference for some of characters in my novel And if you want to read advance chapters go to: patreon.com/Nauty_Manu

It was prophesied that Queen Qara would give birth to a prince destined to be the next ruler of the kingdom of Hmagol, replacing the crippled crown prince. Fate twisted, and Queen Qara gave birth to Princess Chinua, giving the eldest son of the king's concubine a chance to inherit the throne. As the legs of the crippled crown prince of the Kingdom of Hmagol, Chinua and eight of her most trusted subordinates traveled across the Kingdom of  Hmagol to restore peace and stability to the citizens of Hmagol. The invasion by Zasra Kingdom compelled Chinua and her loyal companions into battle, and forever altering the course of her life.